None But the Lonely Heart Page #6

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Here's you and here's

me, in working order.

Ta-ra chin!

Ain't i lovely?

Proper dream,

you are.

All blistered

from weeks of work.

I'm going to need some more green paint.

Pick it up

at pa prettyjohn's.

Hey, where are

you off to?

I'm off to

the whitechapel road

to do a bit

of business.

Don't know

how long i'll be.

Take charge

of the shop.

See how you go.

Makes me proud you

think i can do that.

Slosh you one.

Ain't so long since i was

washing out your baby napkins.

Come on, nipper.

Are you taking nipper?

Why not? Cradled him, didn't i?

Here, put that

in your pocket.

See how you like it.

Right.

Slosh you one.

Oh, hello, ma.

How's your

poor old feet, ma?

Old.

Here. I think i'll

hang her up in my room.

What for?

Reminds me

of a person.

Reminds me

of a christmas goose.

Here, take this

with you.

Hop it now,

up to your room.

What is it, ma?

Sausage and mash

for supper,

so don't be late

coming down.

Ma.

Makes me give at the knees,

this surprise of yours.

Glad you like it, son.

Supper's nearly ready.

Sit down and have

your supper, son.

Wish you'd walk past

fish and chips,

let that

mrs. Tate see you,

not to mention

dear ma fadden

and the plaster-haired alf.

Ha ha ha! Surprise

them all, won't i?

Surprises me most.

You look just like

your father did...

on his best days,

that is.

Did you love

my old man?

Expect you to do

something for me tonight.

What?

Stroll around

a bit with me.

We'll see a film

- the two and fourpenny seats.

Don't you try any of them larks on me.

I'm old enough

to be your mother.

Ha ha ha!

Come on, ma.

Do it.

Couldn't do it, son.

Why not?

Too rich for my blood.

Besides,

sleep's a blessed thing.

What's wrong, ma?

Something hurt you?

No. What gave you

that idea?

Got a funny story right

on the tip of me tongue

about a little man

in the park.

Isn't them yeast tablets

up on the mantelpiece?

Tummy ache.

What about

that funny story, son?

Oh, yeah. Oh.

This little man

is in the park, see?

That's peculiar. It slipped my mind now.

Ache all gone?

Nothing to it.

Sausage ain't right

for delicate appetites.

Go on. You cook

them a treat, ma.

Worst cook

in london town.

Don't try

buttering me up.

If it's

a pound you want,

you'll find it up there

under the vase.

That's it, ma.

Seen right

through me, you did.

Off you go then.

Tomorrow's sunday,

so it don't matter

how late you come back.

Don't wake me.

Well, uh, well,

i'm off, ma.

Have a good time,

boy.

Thanks, ma.

Hey, hey.

Your hat's on crooked.

Quiet as

a little mouse.

Listen, ernie.

I'm sorry

you've come back.

Ow!

Rolled an ice-cold

pickle jar

down my back,

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